"Mad!"
Xiahou Shang smashed his fist heavily on the table, indignantly pointing out, "When the crisis came, you cast us aside like worn-out shoes, sealing us behind isolation walls, leaving us to perish on our own!"
"You abandoned us first! Now that your population is saturated, and resources are scarce, you want to eliminate us and take our homes. What kind of logic is this?"
"This is robbery!"
Facing Xiahou Shang's anger, Zhang Zhiyi smiled faintly and said nonchalantly, "Once we successfully reclaim what belongs to us, these ordinary mortals in the Mortal World will have long disappeared. Since ancient times, history is written by the victors, who cares about robbery?"
Xiahou Shang couldn't believe such shameless words devoid of morality could come from Zhang Zhiyi's mouth.
"So, you are from the Divine Martial Realm?"
Zhang Zhiyi nodded in acknowledgment, "Yes, I am from the Divine Martial Realm."
